Pale

As pale as the days were blue
An illness so convincing
How ever did you pull through?
From the med-wing to my ears
One sonnet so degrading
How ever could I thank you?

The room is spiraling, the walls are closing in
The truth's been splattered over you with oil paint
Oh

As tender as the heart is raw
Raise the bottle to your glass face
And let those spinal cords unwind

The room is spiraling, the dice are tumbling
The extent of my education exceeds
My thoughts and I agree
My thoughts and I agree

Nothing is pure in this world
Nowhere will ever be safe
The night sways for the noble ones
My dreams trail behind me

With all these things I'm not in continuity
(All these things I'm not in continuity)
With all these things I'm not in continuity
(All these things I'm not in continuity)